way to turn When will I ever learn He tells me this and promises that And suddenly I?m out. That?s why I?m singing my pavement song Friday night
keep chasing pavements? Even if it leads nowhere, Or would it be a waste? Even If i knew my place should i leave it there? Should i give up, Or should i just keep chasing pavements
mind breaking open doors I've sealed up before Something on my mind makes me run when I thought I've run too far I'm looking for cracks in the pavement
: This situation's killing me It's got me right under the thumb I don't know where I want to be This doesn't make no sense at all You're quoting every
I bleed Won't you come over I swear I'll be nice My girlfriend told me that you got a wife I learn to bribe I learn to say please Oh wont you lick the pavement
were choked by your evil kiss And maybe baby I should have listened to my folks 'Cause now I'm stuck in pavement on the road Yeah now I'm stuck in pavement
Sittin' on a pavement Sittin' on a pavement Sittin' on a pavement Sittin' on a city pavement Sittin' on a pavement Sittin' on a pavement Sittin' on a pavement Sittin' on a city pavement
the pavement cracks All my water colors fade to black I'm goin' nowhere and I'm ten steps back All my dreams have fallen flat Love don't show in the pavement
Chim chiminey, chim chiminey Chim chim cher-oo I does what I likes and I likes what I do Today I'm a screever and as you can see A screever's an artist
knew my place Should I leave it there? Should I give up or should I just keep on chasing pavements Should I just keep on chasing pavements? Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements
Mount the pavement lick the pavement clean You say you want honesty well it's the puppets who pull the strings no one's got the bottom to our heads and
When we used To say goodnight I'd always kiss And hold you tight But lately You don't seem To care You close the door And leave me Standing there Oh
Darlin' don't you go and cut your hair Do you think it's gonna make him change? "i'm just a boy with a new haircut" And that's a pretty nice haircut
Go back to those gold sounds And keep my advent to your self Because it's nothing I don't like Is it a crisis or a boring change? When it's central,
Well you greet the tokens and stamps underneath the fake-oil burnin' lamps In the city we forgot to name Well the concourse is four-wheeled shame And
Heaven is a truck it got stuck on the breeze Asked the driver nicely, "I need a lift, I need release" The sand in the boats on the rose-covered floats